Post submitted by JT:
Change can be difficult. And it’s not always easy to see the beauty in it, especially when life isn’t unfolding as you had expected.
When I moved out of my parent’s house to go to college, I never planned to move back in. When I got my own apartment, I never planned to have to deal with room/housemates again (until marriage). When I finished graduate school, the plan was to get a job and keep it moving. Well, it turns out I’ve been wrong about all of that. Not only have I had trouble finding a job, but I’ll have housemates again, very soon…my parents.
I’m moving back home. I didn’t want to stay where I am but I didn’t want to return home either. I felt neither place had anything for me. I was discouraged, upset, and a few other not awesome emotions. I’d have to adjust to living in a big city again, to being mindful of how loud my music or TV is if I stay up late, to being awaken by the early birds in the house, to not being able to walk around in my underwear whenever I felt like it, to not being completely independent, and blah, blah, blah. But eventually I got past my moping and whining. While discussing my move with my mother, I could hear the excitement in her voice. I’m so grateful that my parents willingly and excitedly will take me in during this transition period.
When I shared the news with others, there were people here sad to see me go and people there looking forward to my return. During my final week here, in making plans to see everyone before I go, I realized just how many people I’ll miss. If nothing else, this transition has reminded me how lucky I am to have friends and family who care about me, who wish the best for me, who will miss me or have missed me. But I’m sure this transition period will teach me much more. It’s a time for self-reflection, to reflect on the past and present, and to head toward to the future with a new perspective.
Basically, change can be difficult, but it can also be pretty AWESOME!